Post by Melody Marshall on Jan 27, 2018 6:30:15 GMT -8
“A pro wrestlers favorite thing is coffee, don’t let em tell you anything else” she said as a bit of a chuckle left her mouth. Melody pressed the button on her machine as the warm liquid poured into her cup. As she sipped it, thoughts raced about her match. She was still a bit unsure on what to expect though she knew it was would probably be the most challenging match of her career. As she left the room, the production team stopped filming. They told her to shower, get ready, and go about her day as she usually would. Along the way, the team would shoot quick clips of her getting ready and told her they would edit them in.
Now in her own gimmick t-shirt, a leather jacket, and blue jeans – “The Rock N Roll Princess” sat in a town car. The camera was in her face and she figured this would be her moment to get a few things off her chest. She looked for the words to say as she knew she needed to be precise and clear. She thought back to something a grizzled old veteran told her once in her early career. Always use the camera to get yourself over because nobody else will do it for you.
“You know; I was originally a bit hesitant to sign with GWD. For a woman, wrestling in front of a passionate crowd like the GWD fans can be a bit daunting. Like, I hope the fans know I can wrestle and compete but small fan bases like this always want the best. It makes you question yourself and how well you actually are at your job. But even now, on my way to do media for this show and will a full plate, stuff like that still crosses my mind.
That’s why I am looking forward to this Immortal Kingdom match so much. Winning that crown can definitely validate a lot of what I’ve been saying about myself. I try to keep my head from creepin’ too much into the clouds. I try to keep humble. But, for a girl from a small town in Delaware, this shit is pretty crazy. Leaving a legacy in Japan at such a young age and heading to LA to live out this dream, you have to know you are at least a little good at your job.
And to even be in the ring with guys like Tapioca Joe, Chris Crippler, and even being back in there with Adi Gold again, I know if I am able to win and earn the crown – that I beat the best to do it. And wild cards like Tony Savage and Samantha Hamilton – you just never know what can happen. It’s a lot to think about and process.”
Her eyes watched the trees fly by as the car zoomed down the highway headed to the radio station so she can do media for Puroresu V. The man behind the camera asked her a simple question “What happens if you come up short?”
“Honestly? I don’t know. I guess it’s back to the drawing board.”
Another cut this time as the camera shut off. As they arrived at the station, the camera followed her in. The host asked her some basic questions about the show and what it means to be a “pro wrestler”. By all accounts it was an ordinary media interview. The host thanked her for coming and wished her luck. She was ready to leave but stopped. She moved her hands from her head phones back down to the microphone and licked her lips.
What she was about to do was anything but normal. She was a guest. This guy obviously knew nothing about wrestling but again, thoughts about the match raced through her head. This was her moment. These were her scarce few minutes of devoted, uninterrupted air time that she had. She wanted to make a splash. If she wanted her opponents to take her seriously, she needed to be serious.
The camera and documentary crew could tell something was up as she refused to leave her seat. She moved the microphone closer and then spoke.
“Actually, I know you probably have shit to do but do you think I could have a minute to say something?” questioned Melody. The station manager in the back freaked wondering if they could even say shit on the radio. The host shrugged his shoulders sat back in his chair.
“Look, I know to whoever is listening to this while they drop their kids off at daycare or head to work – Like, I totally get you could probably care less about some random no name wrestler on your morning show. But for me? This is my life. This is what I do for a living and how I put food on my table. The 29th is a big day for me. Maybe it’s another random Monday for you but for me, it’s probably the biggest day of my life. Wrestling those other 6 competitors and winning would change my life forever. It would allow me to make the name I need in the United States to continue to chase this dream.
It’s not just winning some silly crown. It’s not just proving that I am the best. It’s a moment in time that I can look back on and say that, that was the moment things changed. And I really hope that all of you listening can understand that. Come out, support wrestling, but maybe with all of you in my corner I can make this shit happen. I’m going to be in the fight of my life. It’s going to take every ounce of blood, sweat, and tears that I have in my body to realize the unthinkable.
So yeah, I just wanted to say that. I just wanted to let that be known. Maybe I sell a few more tickets maybe I don’t. But people like me don’t get a lot of chances to share with the world what they are truly feeling and today, I took that chance. So thanks.”
Melody left without hesitation afterwards. The rest of the filming day was normal. She went to the gym. She ate. She answered a few more questions. It was normal by every stretch of the word. She thanked the crew for the opportunity and they left. She sat alone in bed watching the hand of the clock tick away. She sighed and closed her eyes.
The life of a professional wrestler is a life full of reservation.
